"Right," Andy said as he drove. "So, we can do two things. Either I can pretend you are a medical wonder with selective amnesia, maybe write a paper on it, or a book and turn the book into a movie and we'll be rich in no-time." He stopped to let someone cross a pedestrian crossing and took the moment to glance aside. "Or," he continued as he drove further through the city, "you tell me what is really going on. Because you may not have heard it, but we don't usually heal our fractures in hours and our eyes don't glow." He let out an amused sound. "And you were so out of place in that fastfood restaurant."